Sami Blood (Sameblod)

Mom?

Mom?

Christina?

Listen.

Sanna and I bought this for you. It's from your home place.

I've got nothing to do with those people.

- Do you understand what she's singing? - I don't like it.

It's so screamy.

And they steal, and lie.

And they're nagging.

We're here.

It's your sister. We're going in.

- We're not staying for long. - No, alright.

Her father's passing-

- and the loss of her sister was a painful period in her life.

Joik became her way of surviving, find strength...

A way of escaping-

and come home.

Home for the summer graze, -

that Njenna loved so much.

- It's for grandma. - Grandma.

Grandma, please.

Elle-Marja.

My condolences.

Why didn't you come...

I don't understand.

Every year she insisted on branding your calves.

- No, I don't understand. - She kept your herd.

- Yes, you do. - I'm leaving now.

What a nice gákti.

- It's really nice. - Thank you.

- Yes, it's very nice. - It's so beautiful.

Look, grandma. Isn't it beautiful?

Which she of course never had.

We're going home now.

We can stay with Jon-Olov and your sister's family.

Most of them are going straight to the calf branding.

- That would be so much fun for Sanna... - No, we're going home, Olle.

I'm too tired to drive now. We're leaving tomorrow.

No, I'm taking my handbag.

Where are you going?

- I'm checking in at the hotel. - What?

- I'll be fine on my own. - Come on, mom.

Mom?

Grandma!

- Where are you from? - From Småland.

- Are you here on vacation? - Yes. No, I'm retired now.

- Teacher. - Ok.

- The cleaners are back. - Is that them?

When we were up on the mountain yesterday -

a bunch of them made a lot of noise.

That's not alright when you've paid for peace and quiet.

- Yes, they're quite noisy. - Yes, they are.

It's annoying that they think they can ride motocross everywhere.

- This is a nature reserve. - Yes, it is.

I though the Sami were people of nature.

Mom? Christina?

I know you're in there.

We're invited to the calf branding. There's a helicopter leaving soon.

Mom, could you please come with us?

So that I'm not standing there like some clueless moron.

Mom.

I love you.

Come on.

Drink, row, read.

Drink, row, read.

I don't know anything further.

Shall I talk to grandma?

No, screw it. Let's go.

Elle-Marja.

Elle-Marja.

Hold him.

He's yours now.

You should be on your way a long time ago.

Yes.

Speak Sami.

It's not long until Christmas.

Your sister will be there too.

This branding knife belonged to your father.

He would've wanted you to have it.

You can tell that your mother can't take it anymore.

- It won't take long. - And then you'll be back?

Yes.

Go over to your big sister.

You won't make it a single day at boarding school with such behaviour.

I don't wanna go.

Close your eyes.

Close them.

Then imagine Norra Storfjället.

- How does it sound? - I can't remember.

If you can joik it, it feels like home.

So joik.

Njenna is crying aboard the boat.

Njenna is crying aboard the boat.

Do not joik at the school.

Hurry up.

One more time.

Look. Tiny Lapp and Big Lapp.

Good day!

- Fucking Lapps. - They've got to deal with the smell.

Ask anyone. You get a 100 to shoot one.

Jevva.

- I don't know the text .. - Quiet.

- A tiny, poor child... - Louder and in proper Swedish.

A tiny, poor child I am, but happy nevertheless.

My father...

Hands.

- She can tell that I don't know it. - Quiet.

I don't wanna hear any Sami. We're gonna speak a language anyone understands.

Hands.

Elle-Marja.

A tiny, poor child I am, but happy nevertheless.

I know my good Lord cares about the young.

He loves me, and he's devoted, and his hand will guide me.

His love is worth more than gold, more than the entire world.

Excellent.

Elle-Marja is the one who gets to welcome our guests from Uppsala.

A tiny, poor child I am

but happy nevertheless

I know my good Lord cares

about the young.

Come on!

- Do you think the King will come? - No.

- Why not? - He doesn't live in Uppsala.

- What about the Queen? - In line.

Let's go.

You have to talk Swedish.

Elle-Marja.

Do you want some coffee?

Do you like books?

You can have it.

I'm not supposed to, but I think you should have it.

Why not?

Are you interested in poetry?

Are you?

Wait...

Try reading this one.

It was my favourite poem when I was your age.

That one.

I'm longing for the country that doesn't exist, -

- because what does, I'm tired of desiring.

Isn't it beautiful?

To become a teacher...

- What do you have to know? - Well...

You have to know everything.

You have to know a little about everything.

Go back to your own bed.

Go back to your own bed.

Shall I read about Uppsala?

On the left side of the river lies the church, university -

- the castle with its dominating location, -

look Uppsala Slott...

...and the library...

...called Carolina Rediviva.

- I want someone nicer. - Your gákti is very nice.

Welcome. We would like to hand you a gift.

It's a riegka made from reindeer antlers.

It's an old, Sami tradition.

- What do you think? - It sounds Swedish.

Elle-Marja speaks Swedish...

Stop it.

Stop joking.

- Elle-Marja speaks Swedish... - Stop joking.

Are you having visitors today too?

I thought so.

- Welcome. - Thank you.

- Emanuel Wennerberg. - Christina Lajler.

- Christina Lajler. - Hedda Nordström.

Elle-Marja.

Welcome. We would like to hand you a gift.

It's a riegka, which is an old, Sami tradition, -

made from reindeer antlers.

Thank you very much, Elle-Marja.

The clothes are so beautiful.

It's so blonde. Not very stiff.

Let's take a picture of those two holding hands.

Of course.

Elle-Marja. Come closer.

And smile.

Come in.

- Take a seat. - Elle-Marja, take it off.

18,0.

- What are you doing? - So...

15,5.

Teeth are intact.

What are you doing?

3,2.

4,4.

Are both parents Lapps?

Yes.

Good. She can go over there and take her clothes off.

Stand on the bench.

- Now... - Elle-Marja.

Take your clothes off.

- Does she understand? - Elle-Marja, be a good example.

Elle-Marja!

Good.

Arms behind your head.

Elle-Marja.

Can she keep her hands behind her head?